Wednesday, 10 November 2010

Los Pueblos Blancos



Andalusia is famous for the White Villages (Los Pueblos Blancos)... the villages that try to keep cool in the long hot summer by whitewashing their houses every spring.

Many of these villages were founded by Berber tribes who settled the area during the eight centuries of Moorish presence. They were hill farmers and the land that they settled in Andalucia was similar to that which they had left behind in North Africa. Because of the constant threat of attack - the Reconquest was bound to come sooner or later - they chose sites which were high and easy to defend.


Algamitas


Setenil de la Bodegas


Possibly the most unique pueblo blanco is Setenil de las Bodegas, a town that grew out of a network of caves in the cliffs above the rio Trejo, north-west of Ronda. The blinding white houses seem to grow out of the rocks, some homes even have rock roofs and olive groves on top....

Setenil de la Bodegas



Setenil de la Bodegas


I loved exploring the steep, winding streets....










And peeking inside the beautiful, tiled hallways of the houses, with their doors left ajar...







Or sipping a drink in the traditional bars, like this one....


A world away from Sin City!


All drinks were one euro... cafe con leche (white coffee), cola or cervisia (beer)... it's a good system!

And in amongst all those white houses, the odd brightly coloured one...



Sunday, 7 November 2010

All Andalusian Creatures, Great And Small

I'm a great one for recycling... glass, cardboard, paper, cans... ideas for blog posts!

So, here's the Spanish version of my earlier All Other Canadian Creatures, Great and Small....



He who rules the roost



You lookin' at me?



This little piggy came to say hello...



These little piggies went for walkies...



These little piggies were wee, wee, wee...



And this little piggy was very interested in our picnic lunch!



It's one way to get around...



Mom and foal (and another on the way?)



Bollocks....I mean, a bullock



Top dog



Bit alarming to have vultures circling overhead!



Wonder if this grasshopper sang all summer?



Friday, 5 November 2010

There Will Be Fireworks

Remember remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason why gunpowder, treason
Should ever be forgot...

The 'Gunpowder Plot' conspirators


Across Britain tonight, folks are commemorating the foiled Gunpowder Plot with fireworks and bonfires, culminating with the burning of effigies of Guy Fawkes. But are we celebrating Fawkes' execution or honouring his attempt to do away with the government?




Either way, it promises to be a rather soggy event this year as it’s bucketing down outside! So, rather than hang around all night in some cold, wet, muddy field waiting for a couple of damp squibs to fizzle out, I’ve been perusing my photo archives to bring you some amazing photos of fireworks from the cosy comfort of my couch….amazing purely because it’s incredible that I actually got these shots without freezing to death (they were taken last New Years’ Eve, in Norway, in the snow, in a bracing -40°C….you get the picture, I suffered to get these photos!)




I do love fireworks! As a child, they thrilled me….beautiful lights and loud bangs, a kind of magic. Fireworks were a precious commodity, not easy to come by in Zimbabwe…so pyrotechnics shows were a rare event, reserved for very special occasions, like the closing ceremony of the annual Agricultural Show. Tickets to attend such a show were in high demand, and consequently came with a steep price tag. 




But my budget-conscious dad had other ideas. Why pay for a fireworks display when you can watch it for free….after all, most of the action is taking place up in the sky? So, along with many other like-minded families, we would find a good vantage point to park the car in the fields outside the show grounds and enjoy the spectacular show unfolding above our windscreen. 







One such night, the freebie fireworks show was almost over when my dad suddenly spotted a uniformed policeman coming towards our car. Convinced that he was coming over to “have a word” (yes, because it’s totally illegal to watch fireworks from outside the arena), my dad immediately started up the car and started reversing away…but in his haste, he didn’t spot a VERY large hole in the ground behind us. 

THUMP! One of the rear wheels rolled into the hole and we were stuck. No amount of revving the engine was going to get us out of that! My brother and I got out and started struggling to push the car out of the hole…luckily we were given a helping hand by the “policeman” who turned out to be a security guard from the show grounds, on his way home.




Hope your weekends sparkle!

Tuesday, 2 November 2010

The Isle Of Wight In Black And White

Inspired by Pat Tillett who commented on a previous post that he would like to see one of my photos in black and white, here's a selection of the ones that I think may lend themselves well to this format...


Esplanade - Ventnor beach



Alum Bay



The Pavilion - Ventnor beach



The Pavilion steps - Ventnor beach



Sea barrier - Ventnor beach (I)



Sea barrier - Ventnor beach (II)



Shanklin



Osborne House Gardens



Fountain at Osborne House



Osborne House




Any thoughts?

Monday, 1 November 2010

On All Things Decrepit

Hey ghouls and boils…hope you all had a happy Halloween!




The Night of The Living Dead may well be over, but I was doing a pretty good impersonation of a zombie this morning…..and not just because my body clock is off kilter, thanks to the switch from British Summer Time back to GMT this weekend. Hate this time of year, when the evenings suddenly draw in and it’s dark by 5 pm! Here’s hoping Parliament agree to proposals that we shift to European Standard Time next March.

I’m feeling rather decrepit today thanks to a series of injuries (stiff neck and shoulder, bruised hand and foot) acquired during my first ever Aikido grading (6th Kyu) yesterday evening. Amazingly, I passed…yes, me with the chronic performance anxiety and two left feet…. woot woot!  Must have been the hefty dose of adrenaline coursing through my veins, as I felt no pain at the time but could hardly move by the time I got home last night and I am certainly not fit for purpose today….

A bit like the “Squeezy Jet” plane on which I flew to Spain. Our Andalusian Adventure got off to a bit of a shaky start when, just as we were finally in the air - after a two-hour wait on the plane for take-off (apparently a  knock-on of the French air traffic controllers’ strike) and a refuelling (as we’d chewed up all the fuel running the engines and going nowhere) - the pilot cheerily informed us that we’d also been waiting on the engineer to come and check a technical fault... a fault that he was going to check on take-off... 

HANG ON! 

On take-off??? What exactly was this 'technical fault'….bit late to discover it was something to do with the landing gear when we were already airborne! Not being the greatest flyer at the best of times, I was in a heighted state of anxiety by the time we made our bumpy but thankfully safe landing at Malaga.


Decrepit house, Andalusia


Where there’s smoke there’s fire, or say they say…all I know is that if smoke is coming out of your camera every time you fire the flash, there is possibly a rather serious...er... technical fault with said camera. This happened the second day into the Spanish trip and had me slightly concerned that I would be unable to capture anything from the trip…or have to spend half the day in Seville desperately trying to buy a replacement. Luckily, Old Smokey held up for the duration…it’s now on its way back to the manufacturer for a check-up.  

In the meantime, here's some of its lesser known work….taken on the Isle of Wight and just about in time for Halloween…


Pumpkins



Friday, 29 October 2010

Real Alcázar

Originally a Moorish fort, the Alcázar of Seville (Spanish "Alcázares Reales de Sevilla") is a royal palace that is one of the best remaining examples of mudéjar architecture. You can read more about the history of the Alcázar here, if you’re interested.

I thought it was an exquisite place to visit, and I could happily have spent the whole day there…just gazing at the beautiful patios and halls, and relaxing in the gardens.


Horseshoe Arches - The Ambassadors' Hall


Salon de Embajadores - dome of the Ambassadors' Hall, made from carved and guilded interlaced wood


Ornate door


 Dome of the Patio de las Munecas (Patio of the Dolls)


 Mudejar stucco


Patio de las Doncellas (Patio of the Maidens)


Patio de las Doncellas


 Patio de las Munecas





 Patio de las Doncellas


Salones de Carlos V


Ceramic tiles in the Salones de Carlos V


Gardens


 Gardens


Gardens




Happy Friday!